The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The bread was going bad. I knew it by the smell before I even cracked the crust, that sour, yeasty breath that clung to the back of my throat like a lie I couldn’t swallow. It sat on the counter, wrapped in a brown paper bag that had gone soft and damp, a brown lump against the white tile of the kitchen wall. My name is Clara, and I live in a house that is slowly eating me alive, one crumb at a...

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